Writing is amazing. It gets you through things you never thought you could get through. When you're not writing, and just feeling and wondering if this excess of feeling is going to tail off, politely, it never does.
But then you write, and you sob through the words, and keep writing...and somehow, you come out on the other side. Not quite the same, but then who wants to be the same? Stagnation by any other name is still boring.
There are a thousand ways to fall apart...
I'd prefer to fall apart with a pen in my hand and some paper to scribble on.
Later for you.
No comments:
Post a Comment